'Show me,' and he leaned forward, his gaze focused intently on her hands.

She complied by loosing another arrow to pierce yet another of the apples on a far-off tree.

He frowned slightly, 'No, I rather don't think that this is the right angle.' He moved behind her and she watched him until she could no longer see him. She didn't want to seem s though she was following his every move, and so she forced herself to stay still and keep her head faced forward. It was due to her determination to hold this position that she nearly leapt out of her skin when his head appeared beside her own, his chin nearly resting on her shoulder.

'Show me again, Queen Susan,' She let fly another, her aim as true as always. She allowed herself a smile at the faint thunk of a distant apple hitting the ground.

'You know, I might just need it again.'

'Caspian!' she playfully scolded, 'If you don't get it soon this dear tree will have not a single fruit left!'

'I'm sure that the tree will not mind giving up just one more to such a worthy calling,' he gave her a grin that was somehow suave and cheeky at the same time, 'But all the same, I shall be sure to watch quite closely this time.' And with that he rested his hands on her hips and leaned his body against her own, his front flush against her back. Susan felt her muscles tense; by Alsan, she could feel his warmth!

She kept her hands as steady as possible, though, trying to pay no attention to her racing heart, and was pleased that her archery skills again held true.

'Ah,' he breathed, and a tingle crept across the skin on her neck where his breath danced along, ruffling her hair, 'I think I see it now. Perhaps once more though, my Queen, for luck? I'm sure that the tree will not mind losing just one more apple to such a skilled and beautiful archer.'

She would have rewarded his comment with a scoff and perhaps a witty remark had he not been standing so close. Instead she left her mouth shut, aimed, and kept her eyes steadfastly on the target, all the while trying to ignore the flush that she could feel beginning to make its way up her cheeks.

She paused a moment, allowing familiar feelings – her arm drawn back, the string taught and ready to sing, the fletched end of the arrow between her fingers –letting out a little bit of air before drawing a quick breath, preparing to release her arrow.

Caspain, who was now intimately familiar with her archery patterns, waited for this moment before acting. He lifted one of his hands off of her waist and used it to turn her head to the left, towards him. He caught her lips with his own, a split second before she released the arrow, and she tensed in surprise before relaxing into him. She turned into him, her bow trapped between them as she gave herself up.

As for the arrow, it did fly, which is perhaps the most amazing archery feat that Queen Susan performed that night. It did not, however, hit its mark. The bobble in its sender's actions as it was let fly caused it to waver in the air, though it did travel far and fast.

As for Susan, her pride was not too damaged over this incident, which was her first miss ever, magic bow or not.

In fact, she hardly noticed.

There you go; hope that you enjoyed! I'm sure that this has been done before, but it was a very tempting oneshot to write. I promise that, to my knowledge, I have not copied any author. Anything that is familiar is purely coincidental.

Reviews are, as always, lovely.

Ciao ciao, Moksgmol.